True story: I took a polygraph. One Christmas, despite the icy roads and poor driving conditions, we gathered at my grandparents' home to celebrate: my husband and I, my dad, my brother, and my uncle from California along with his somewhat-new-to-the-family second wife. Sascha and I drove up from Lafayette for the day. My uncle and his wife were staying with my grandparents; my dad and brother lived nearby. My uncle, my mom’s younger brother, had been in and out of our lives